Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Cordelia eyed Everard with a mixture of curiosity and caution. His eyes betrayed no hint of fear, but his face was a shade paler than usual, perhaps from fright.

Whether he was faking it or genuinely scared, she couldn’t deny her boyfriend’s “reasonable request". But she did have one card up her sleeve.

With a languid voice, she offered, “I'll just grab your breakfast then.” That would keep Cordelia at a safer distance from Everard.

As Cordelia turned to leave, Everard rose to his feet and followed closely behind her, his voice steady, “With you here, I’m not scared at all.”

Calvert, who had been sitting silently at the table like a church mouse, was speechless. Back in the day, when their group huddled together, they used to wonder if there was anything Everard couldn't do. They concluded that Everard might only be helpless at dating.

Now it seemed like the big man could handle even that with flair.

In his first love, Everard was already pulling off moves so suave that surprised Calvert. He resolved to demand a “mental health allowance” when he got back for being force—fed this daily dose of romantic display. This was just inhumane

They continued their breakfast in silence. Cordelia’s phone buzzed.

She glanced at it and saw a text from Actorman, ‘Lia, | got the bag! Thanks a bunch! How much do | owe you? Send over your bank details and I'll transfer the cash”

She had shipped off the bag to Bland after acquiring it last week, but it was only now, seeing his message, that she remembered she hadn't settled up with Everard

“How much for the bag?” she inquired.

Everard swallowed his mouthful of pancakes and replied, “200

Cordelia texted back the details.

LearnLover replied, “Two hundred. Bank account is XXX.

Actorman continued, “Got it, Lia. The money’s on its way”

Cordelia didn’t give it another thought and went back to her meal.

After they finished, she pulled out her wallet and laid three hundred—dollar bills on the table, “The extra hundred’s for breakfast. Calvert was at a loss for words

He silently choked on his pancake as he swallowed the fact that this bag was actually worth 200 thousand

In their group chat “Who exactly is this girl?“, a heated discussion was unfolded

Bland sent a message, ‘Lia’s amazing, no clue where she gets this bag without markup. She sold it toat the original price] Limited edition bags were collectibles and could be sold for a premium since they were in short supply

Stanton added, “Lia’s family must be loaded, not caring about this chump change. | sent her my sheet music. yesterday, and she pinpointed three issues right away.”

Bland continued. ‘Designer bags are accessible with Cordelia Chapter 56

Stanton said. That’s also the case for the finest tunes.

Others thought they were loval pursuers of Cordelia Someone tagged Frankie, asking. “How’s this girl with math 7

Frankie answered, ‘Still bet she can’t do it. But probably she doesn’t even realize the’s cracked Batra’s Conjecture. I’ve lost hope, not everyone who joins us is a jack of all trades like the boss, night

The rest offered comfort. She’s just a young girl. Don’t set your standards too high After lunch, Cordelia headed to school.

At the school gates, a black Rolls Royce was parked, and the driver respectfully opened the rear door Yates, sporting a shock of red hair, stepped out in his uniform, eyes glued to his phone

His presence exuded an untamed aura that kept his peers at a safe distance, with no one daring to come. within several meters of him.

A fellow student, not noticing Yates, greeted him only when they were too close to ignore each other. “Hey, Yates

The young man, clearly annoyed, looked up with fiery eyes that nearly buckled the other’s knees.

Yates was about to move on when someone tapped his shoulder, pushing him to the brink of rage.

“Who the hell is bothering me... Yates was about to lash out but turned to see a pair of clear and seemingly misty eyes staring back at him

Cordelia was expressionless, just looking at him. Yates froze, then reluctantly muttered, “Boss Cordelia.” Cordelia indifferently replied Yates‘ greet.

The lone wolf that was Yates now meekly followed her into the school, glancing back only to notice how her backpack sagged under its weight, likely heavy, while his backpack was left in the classroom, untouched.

Pondering his next move, he overheard her curious voice, “What were you looking at just now?”

Yates instinctively locked his phone and pocketed it, “Nothing much.”

After a brief glance at her, he prepared for further questions that might require deflection.

Instead, she simply acknowledged and didn’t pursue the conversation further.

Yates was at a loss for words.

They parted ways on the third floor, with Yates quickly ascending to the top floor and his classroom.

Class 8 was known for the worst academic performance in the school, and four members of the FlUnion were among them.

Upon his arrival, FlNo. 1 rushed over, “Bro Yates!”

With a noncommittal grunt, Yates took his seat and checked is-phone again. esoreenlatssidye voting. rdsults or the National Math League's top contender. The content is on Drama.Org! Read the latest chapter there!

Apart from Jake in their province, there were two others with strong reputations in the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition. Cordelia, however, was not favored, trailing a thousand votes behind the leader. Yates shared the link to the group chat of FlUnion with the simple command, “Vote.”

Unaware of the online buzz, Cordelia had spent her day in the math club, reworking the dampened sections of her Batra’s Conjecture.

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The day flew by, and to her surprise, she finished her work a day earlier than expected, her solution clearer and more elegant than before.

To prevent any further mishaps once she got home, Cordelia took the initiative to number. ese geribbiled

p ges ox the pet! er she snapped pictures of what seemed like a sizable stack of thirty or forty sheets, she was ready to send them off to Mathster. The content is on Drama.Org! Read the latest chapter there!

Meanwhile, in Ontoky City, Frankie was hunched over in his lab, squinting at the mathematical models on his computer screen when his phone chimed.

LearnLover asked, ‘Hello?* Frankie let out a sigh. Is she making up another excuse to delay, huh?

He figured he shouldn't be too hard on her, so he picked up his PROWL craft a message None’ Cracked this Batra’s Conjecture yet. You can stop trying.” The content is on Drama.Org! Read the latest chapter there!

He had just finished typing but hadn’t sent it when another message popped up. LearnLover said, ‘Giveyour email, I'll send you the solution.” Frankie widened his eyes in astonishment.

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